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They were quiet for a few moments. Then Rhodan stood up and went to one of the doors leading to the
hallways that connected the large computer room with the other rooms in the bunker complex. At the
door, he turned and looked at the others. No excitement was evident in his voice as he spoke.

"It just occurred to me that given the right circumstances the Arkonides might assume Grautier is the
Earth. Not if they look very closely, of course, but they may be too nervous to do that. So the possibility
is rather large that theyтАЩll drop a whole series of unpleasant bombs on us. Arkon Bombs, for example,
which ignite unextinguishable atomic fires. IтАЩd advise you to put on spacesuits."

He went out. They heard his hard steps on the corridor floor grow fainter.

During the exchange with Judson, he had correctly judged the situation. He could now completely
concentrate his attention on what lay before him. Of course the Arkonides would find Grautier. There
was no use in calling for Deringhouse and the entire fleet. They would be able to repulse the Arkonide
attackers but would suffer losses thereby. The Earth could not afford to lose a single ship. And above all,
there was one thing Deringhouse and his fleet could not do: prevent the Arkonides from dropping their
bombs if they had such a course of action in mind. He would come too late. So it was better that he
remained where he was.

After all, only a single base was at stake. And it wasnтАЩt even an important one. There was nothing to
lose on Grautier except 23 ships, which were small and meant only for transport purposes. The major
part of the fleet stood 500 light-years away, unnoticed by the Arkonides. No, Earth and mankind were
not in danger.

However, there was the danger to mankind that Perry Rhodan in all probability would not survive the
next 5 hours.



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Perry RhodanтАЩs unshakable calm had rubbed off on Lt.-Col. Judson. With skilled movements of his
hand, he set the Allround intercom in operation so that all men, even those off in closed rooms
somewhere, could see and hear him, and he gave his instructions.

The orders were terse, and precise. "Everyone is to stand by at his post. There will be no leaving this
planet unless you are ordered otherwise." Judson then wound up his communication. "We have some
difficult hours ahead, men," he said, "but weтАЩll live through them."

When he said that, it was 1151 hours. At 1153 hours, Judson and the radar station were both convinced
that the Arkonides were heading straight for Grautier. The planet was directly in their path and they were
braking their ships drastically.
Mike Judson gave the missile stations orders to fire as soon as the Arkonide ships had approached
within 2000 kilometres of GrautierтАЩs surface.

The enemy ships crossed the limit at 1158 hours. At exactly 1200 the first surface-to-air missiles struck
their targets. Above Grautier 10 brightly shining fireballs appeared, bathing the landscape in harsh light